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In the middle of September we entertained the thought |
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Of falling into rabbit holes and never coming out |
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In the garden of a girl who's mum is friends with Elton John, so she kept telling us |
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We just let it pass |
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And slipped a year or so behind ourselves |
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The time's already gone, |
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When people were just people not the jobs that they perform |
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Our songs were just a thing we did with melody's and chords |
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Now you're available in all good record stores. |
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But |
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I knew you best back when love was just a feeling that ran out between my legs onto the, back of my dress |
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Onto the clothes that i was wearing |
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When i was a child i was expected to believe |
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In something up above that no one touches or can see |
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But now they tell me that unless you're looking out of magazines well then you don't exist but i knew that you were real before i read it |
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In an interview today before i used you as a surface - did a line across your face |
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In the toilet of a girl who's sitting outside dropping names like they were carpet bombs, she knows everyone |
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But, i knew you first back when love was underneath you with my fingers in the dirt, |
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You said "i'll stop if it hurts" |
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You said "i'll stop it if it's scary," |
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You said "you know that i can stop this any time, |
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If you think that it is tearing" |
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And i think of you when the leaves are brown, |
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I think of leaves that i have felt against my body on the ground |
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I think of places where we could go to now until they find us 'til they catch us, 'til they wake us and |
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We drown until I know where i am |
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I'm in a garden of remembering your fingers in my hand, were like a book made of sand |
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Was like the book that i was reading, was like the book that i had with me all the time |
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To tell me i was breathing |
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And its the middle of September. |
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Your image starts to fade into the one that they have printed on the 27th page |
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Don't like to read these things you know i do it anyway i have no choice |
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Have no choice i say |
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And i go out into the garden the birds begin to sing i am troubled by the thought of all the daylight they will bring |
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I think that i will let somebody take me home again before the evening ends i will forget with them that i.. |
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Knew you at all |
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That my love was underneath you making puddles on the floor |
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And that i sleep to the thought of |
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Two people walking two steps forward always to the lives they've chosen clicks and hums and sirens and the sun |
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Of two people walking two steps forward always to the lives they've chosen, clicks and hums and sirens and the sun |
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Of two people walking two steps forward always to the lives we've chosen clicks and hums and silence and the sun |
